Your eyes are sponges
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Your hands are prisons
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All your loves escape
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And leave only their shadows there
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They scratch at your window
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Doves dyed black
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Ride nightmare horses
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But if you close your eyes
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Go on, make yourself at home
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In the long corridors
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Of a little porcelain-white pharmacy
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The music is atrocious, breathless
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You're not invincible like insects
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Crackling at your bedroom door
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Where you squeeze it tight, that pillow
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So it'll turn into someone
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But if you close your eyes
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You'll probably wake up
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Go on, make yourself at home
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But if you close your eyes
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You'll probably wake up
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Where you want
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Your Little Shangri-La, your little, your little, your little
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In a blank of memory
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Go on, make yourself at home
And go on, close your eyes
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And go on, close your eyes
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Yeah go on, close your eyes
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Yeah go on, close your eyes
Yeah go on, close your eyes